Just as Ning Rongrong fell into despair, a figure stepped in front of her. She could not help but murmur.
"Ninth Brother..."
"I don't want to die. I really regret it."
Helpless, remorseful, and afraid, she reached out and tightly grabbed Little Jiu's arm.
"It's all right. How could I possibly watch you die?"
Little Jiu reached out and patted Ning Rongrong's head.
"It's useless, Ninth Brother. The God of Destruction has already invoked the God Realm's origin. The divine positions are bound to return. No one can stop it!"
Ning Rongrong finally broke down. They had been on the verge of defeating the God Realm, and she had been imagining their wonderful life afterward, yet at this very moment, she was about to die.
"Ninth Brother! I'm so scared."
She threw herself into Little Jiu's arms. Before dying, she did not want to be alone or lonely.
"Little Jiu, you must have a way! Save Rongrong—she's your wife!"
Ning Fengzhi's face was full of hope. Though he knew Little Jiu could not stop the divine positions from returning to the God Realm, he could not simply watch Rongrong die like this.
"Sister! I'll be next. I... what should I do?"
Ice Empress felt as though she had fallen into an ice cellar, her heart seeming to freeze solid. In the past, coldness had only made her feel comfortable, but this time, it filled her with immense terror.
"Don't be afraid. Little Jiu will definitely save you. Definitely!" Snow Empress held Ice Empress tightly. At this moment, her heart felt as though it were being cut by knives, like the family of a prisoner awaiting execution.
"Little Jiu, I am the ruler of this world. How could you possibly save them? Return, divine positions!"
With a raised hand, the God